After getting out of the car, Luofeng once again took Bai Ningbing's hand. Their fingers intertwined, just like any other young couple, as they strolled down this old street. It was as if they had traveled through time, back to a bygone era. This place was not a commercial street; it was quite small, and the buildings were all more than a decade or two old. Small restaurants wafted the aroma of stir-fried meat, and older men and women sat at their doorsteps playing cards and chatting. The air was filled with the noisy sounds of people, and various street vendors hopefully watched the passing pedestrians, trying to figure out if they were potential customers.
"Luofeng, look," Bai Ningbing gestured.
Luofeng looked in the direction Bai Ningbing was pointing.
"Is it that old lady selling mulberries?" Bai Ningbing had a very good memory and recognized the lady immediately.
